GIBBS: (V.O.) T.V. drama. Eight letters down. TONY: Uh… Saint Elsewhere? Oh, uh… good morning, Sunshine! GOLIATH: Where am I? TONY: (YAWNING) Tenerife, which is the Canary Islands. We’re almost there. GOLIATH: Where? TONY: Hey, what kind of clubs do they have in Morocco? GIBBS: We’re not going to Morocco. TONY: Come on, on our way back? GOLIATH: On the way back from where? TONY: Oh, I’m sorry. They only gave you a one way ticket. GOLIATH: Who are they? TONY: Here’s the deal. We jump into Casablanca, hit Rick’s Café for a little cocktail. I could tickle the ivories. Here’s looking at you, kid. And then we’re back to D.C. Nobody knows. GOLIATH: Who are you people?! TONY: Couriers. Delivering a package. As a favor to our Israeli friends. GOLIATH: Package? GIBBS: Don’t take it personal, Goliath. TONY: Yeah, can I ask you about that? Every arms dealer I meet, they have the cheesiest code names? I mean, Goliath? Did you choose that? GOLIATH: You are CIA, yes? (SFX: GIBBS AND TONY LAUGH) TONY: Well, this should be interesting. Goliath, I’d like you to meet one of our Israeli friends. (SFX: ZIVA SLAPS GOLIATH) ZIVA: (IN HEBREW) You are a traitor,To our country and our people. GOLIATH: (IN HEBREW) I never sell weapons to Hamas or Hezbollah! ZIVA: You sell to people who do! TONY: You’re lucky she doesn’t have her slingshot. ZIVA: Still waiting for clearance to take off. The pilot says we’ll only be on the ground for a couple of minutes when we reach Zaire. It’s much too dangerous to stay there any longer. GOLIATH: Zaire? You’re taking me to Zaire? ZIVA: You sold a shipment of RPGs to their army. They were very disappointed with the quality of the merchandise. TONY: I believe the President of Zaire himself, is eager to discuss how you stiffed him. ZIVA: He, in turn, has some information Mossad needs. TONY: And we owe Mossad a little favor, because they told us you were in D.C. and… so here we are. We deliver you to Zaire, the President gives the Israelis whatever information they want and everyone is happy. ZIVA: Well, not everyone. PILOT: (V.O./FILTERED) We are cleared for takeoff. Fasten your seatbelts. (SFX: SEAT BELT CHIMES B.G.) GOLIATH: Please. GIBBS: Yeah? GOLIATH: I am very wealthy. I have diamonds. TONY: Ooh. You had diamonds. This jet is very expensive, and somebody had to pay for it. GOLIATH: I know things.

TONY: Yeah. How to trade weapons for diamonds. We got that. GOLIATH: I’ll trade information. TONY: And what could you know that would interest the CIA? ZIVA: (CHUCKLES) He thinks we’re the CIA? (SFX: ALL LAUGH) GOLIATH: Well, the CIA, F.B.I., NSA – what difference does it make? I have information to trade for my life. (BEAT) ARES. TONY: Cancer. GIBBS: Virgo. ZIVA: Scorpio. GOLIATH: No, your Navy’s encrypted satellite system. ZIVA: Not my Navy. GOLIATH: The American Navy. They use it to send target coordinates to cruise missiles. TONY: Did you get that out of Jane’s, Goliath? GOLIATH: What if Iran possessed it? Or North Korea? In the war, they can intercept and change cruise missile coordinates. Send them to Tel Aviv. Seoul. Or even return to sender. TONY: But they don’t have ARES. ZIVA: Sit back, relax, and try to enjoy the rest of your miserable life. GOLIATH: ARES is for sale. And I know who is selling it.

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INT. ABBY'S LAB - DAY

GIBBS: (V.O./FILTERED) The guy we’re after is Charles Harrow. There should be an email from him on Goliath’s computer. MCGEE: Ah, Charles Harrow. Right. ABBY: We have to tell him. (BEGIN TELEPHONE INTERCUTS) GIBBS: Tell me what? ABBY: (V.O./FILTERED) Wow, Gibbs.

GIBBS: (INTO PHONE) It was either him or you. (END TELEPHONE INTERCUTS)

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EXT. GULFSTREAM JET – DAY

(SFX: HATCH OPENS) GOLIATH: This isn’t Tenerife. TONY: Well, I told them to take a left at Bermuda.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

(SFX: CELL PHONE RINGS) TONY: (INTO PHONE) This is Tony. MCGEE: Boss, found that email. Harrow has a villa for sale on Santorini. That’s… ZIVA: Greek island in the Aegean. MCGEE: Right. And he’s asking twenty million, but Goliath doesn’t want to pay more than-- GIBBS: Fifteen. MCGEE: But uh… but I don’t think that the villa… GIBBS: Is what he’s selling? MCGEE: Right. So I have pulled everything that I can find on Charles Andrew Harrow. Age sixty-eight. Civilian encryption specialist employed by the D.O.D. until he retired three years ago. His most notable project was… GIBBS: ARES. Top secret NAVY encrypted satellite targeting system, named after… MCGEE: A Greek God of War. GIBBS: Right. Is that all? MCGEE: No. No, I’m also running Harrow’s phone and email records for the past ninety days against databases of known arms dealers. No hits yet, but I did just start. GIBBS: Two-oh-five Rosewood Drive, Northwest D.C. Is that address still good? MCGEE: As far as I know. GIBBS: Dinozzo, Ziva, go get him. ZIVA: Uh... Gibbs? GIBBS: McGee. MCGEE: Right.

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INT. BEHIND MTAC STAIRS – DAY

TONY: (INTO PHONE) My pulse is racing, Doctor. My heart is throbbing. I’ve done a self diagnosis here, and uh… it’s not good. I need some relief from the good doctor. (BEAT) I gotta go! (TO GIBBS) I was just… um… I’ve got to get back to work.

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INT. CAR – MOVING

MCGEE: (V.O.) These streets are like a maze. ZIVA: I told you I couldn’t program the navigator. I’m a driver. MCGEE: Ziva, I’ve driven with you before. I’d rather be lost than dead. Two-oh-five Rosewood Drive, Northwest. That’s it. It’s the one with the car pulling out of the driveway. ZIVA: We could race ahead, swerve right, brake hard, and cut him off. MCGEE: Or we could just wait for him to stop.

TONY: Being transcribed. You know, Goliath’s right, Boss. I ran North Korea. Even some of our allies would pay a fortune to get their hands on ARES. GIBBS: Do you think, Dinozzo? (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES) TONY: It looks like McGee’s got a name match off of Harrow’s emails. Trent Kort. He’s on the F.B.I. arm’s-dealer watch list. GIBBS: How old? TONY: Ah, five days. McGee’s computer… uh, bio’s thin. Trent Thomas Kort, thirty-seven years old. British National. Believed to have recently joined… (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES)

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EXT. TARMAC – FLASHBACK

KORT: Smiles for me, dear boy.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

GIBBS: Hey, do you know this guy? TONY: No, I’ve never seen him before. Those Hawaiian shirts….(READS) “believed to have recently joined La Grenouille, an international arms dealer, fronting corporations in Paris, Nairobi, Cape Town.

(MUSIC UP AND OUT)

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INT. SHEPARD’S LAB – DAY

(DOOR OPENS) TONY: I know – ah, sorry. Cynthia wasn’t at her desk so… SHEPARD: So you barged in, Dinozzo? CYNTHIA: That should hold until you get home, Director. SHEPARD: Thank you, Cynthia. (DOOR CLOSES) SHEPARD: I broke a bra strap, and I had Cynthia get me a safety pin. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. TONY: To ease the awkwardness of the moment. SHEPARD: Hmm. We know each other so well, Tony, there are no awkward moments. TONY: Yeah. May I? Charles Harrow. Retired puzzle maker. (SFX: KEYBOARDING) SHEPARD: For who? TONY: Us. Literally us. He designed ARES. It’s the Navy’s cruise… SHEPARD: Missile targeting system. He come out of retirement? TONY: In a way. He’s offering ARES in a one-off to the highest bidder. SHEPARD: La Grenouille. TONY: He’s one of the bidders. SHEPARD: How did we come by this? TONY: Mossad passed intel onto Ziva about an international arms dealer, code name, Goliath. SHEPARD: I’ve heard of him. He’s Israeli. TONY:

TONY: And Ziva didn’t take too kindly to that. He’s rumored to be bidding on a stolen Navy weapons system. We snatched him this morning. Got him downstairs on a visa violation. His computer is in Abby’s lab. (CONT.) And we were running Harrow’s cell calls and emails for known arms dealers when… this guy popped off an F.B.I. watch list. Name is Trent Kort. SHEPARD: You took that picture eight weeks ago. Why are we just getting a name now? TONY: I have no idea. I ran that photo against all agency watch lists, including the F.B.I., and I got nothing. SHEPARD: It doesn’t matter. This is good. TONY: And it’s bad. I had to lie to Gibbs. SHEPARD: You were on an undercover mission. TONY: He’s my boss. SHEPARD: And I’m his boss. You leave him to me. Your ass is covered. TONY: I’m not worried about my ass, Jenny! SHEPARD: Gibbs put Harrow under surveillance? TONY: No. SHEPARD: No? TONY: He sent Ziva and McGee to pick him up. SHEPARD: (INTO INTERCOM) Cynthia, get Agent Gibbs in here ASAP… (DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES) GIBBS: You send for me, Director? SHEPARD: Call Ziva and McGee off. GIBBS: Off, Director? SHEPARD: They are not to pick up …. TONY: Harrow. SHEPARD: Harrow. GIBBS: Charles Harrow is offering a top secret Navy weapon system to the highest bidder. It could be in the hands of Iraq or… SHEPARD: Damn it, Jethro! This an order! Call them off!

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INT. CAR – PARKED

ZIVA: Just when you begin to assimilate to American culture, you see a grown man getting his nails done. MCGEE: There’s nothing wrong with a man treating himself to a manicure. ZIVA: Don’t tell me, McGee. (LAUGHS) MCGEE: I have sensitive cuticles. (ZIVA BREATHES DEEPLY)

GIBBS: You haven’t been straight with me since I… SHEPARD: Quit? GIBBS: Retired. SHEPARD: When you left on your margarita safari… GIBBS: Margarita safari? SHEPARD: This agency didn’t shut down. New operations were put in motion. One sent Tony undercover. GIBBS: Well, I’m back and I won’t have a part-time senior field agent. SHEPARD: It’s your own fault, you know. GIBBS: For what? Leaving or coming back? SHEPARD: For teaching me your rules. Best way to keep a secret, keep it to yourself. Second best, tell one other person if you must. There is no third best. That’s rule number four, isn’t it? GIBBS: Number one supersedes all of the others. SHEPARD: Mm, never screw your partner? GIBBS: Never screw over your partner. SHEPARD: I never screwed you over. And I’m not your partner. I’m your boss.

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

TONY: McGee’s search is kicking out another bidder. (TO GIBBS) Hey, Boss! McGee’s got something. What is it with these wacky code names? SHEPARD: Anonymity deflects more bullets than body armor. TONY: Well, this one’s a woman. The Black Rose.

SHEPARD: Rose O’Leary. She ran guns for the IRA until peace broke out. Who’s flagged her? TONY: M-I-Five. They were tracking her in Africa. Lost contact six days ago. They think she slipped aboard a Variq flight to Brazil using the name Grace O’Malley. (SHEPARD CHUCKLES) GIBBS: That’s funny, Director? SHEPARD: Grace O’Malley was a sixteenth century Irish pirate. What’s her bid? TONY: Less than La Grenouille. Only eighteen mil. GIBBS: Unless her bid was in Euros. (GIBBS WALKS O.S.) TONY: Dollars. It’s in dollars. Think he’ll ever forgive us? SHEPARD: Send me a hard copy when the data’s in. TONY: Yeah, that’s what I think, too.

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INT. MEN’S ROOM – DAY

(DOOR OPENS)(GIBBS AND TONY STAND AT THE URINAL) GIBBS: Are you following me? TONY: (CHUCKLES) No. Why would I do that? GIBBS: I was just asking myself the same question. (SFX: TONY WHISTLES) GIBBS: Want me to run some water? TONY: No, I’m all right. I just…. GIBBS: Ah, just say it, Dinozzo. TONY: I’m sorry, Boss. I uh… I’ve been wanting to tell you for a long time, but the situation is… GIBBS: Complicated? TONY: Exactly. Director’s got this really strict rule about … GIBBS: Secrets. TONY: Yeah. The point is, I owe you everything. You taught me how to do this job. I never wanted to lie to you. GIBBS: Hell, Dinozzo, you were following orders. I would have done the same thing. TONY: Would you? GIBBS: Yeah. TONY: You would have lied to Mike Franks? (SFX: GIBBS THROWS TRASH IN THE CAN) (DOOR OPENS/ CLOSES)

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EXT. STREET – DAY

(MUSIC OVER ACTION/ZIVA AND MCGEE FOLLOW HARROW) MAX: They may do it a little different, you know, but it’s all the same. Hey, let’s see what she has to say. HURLEY: Ah, look, will you settle something for me and my friend MAX: We really need a woman’s point of view. ZIVA: Hey, go ask your mom. MAX: It’s a simple question. ZIVA: Let go of me. MAX: See? I told you. All beautiful women are bitches.

SHEPARD: You were supposed to keep Mister Harrow under surveillance, not chase him into a coronary! MCGEE: Director, once he made us, we had to take him into custody, didn’t we? ZIVA: No, the Director’s right. We could have let Harrow escape. If he sold ARES, we could have caught Black Rose or La Grenouille selling it to Iran…. SHEPARD: Don’t be cute, Officer David. I’m saying there had to be a better way. Right Tony? TONY: Ah, that’s right, Director. He could have… GIBBS: Shot him. TONY: That’s right. They could have shot him. GIBBS: Of course, in high octane situations, Ziva reverts back to her Mossad training, and probably would have put a round through his heart. ZIVA: Three rounds. GIBBS: And McGee, not to be outdone, would have …. MCGEE: Added three more rounds. SHEPARD: Gibbs. GIBBS: See? There you go. Six rounds, same result. One dead Mister Harrow. DUCKY: I signed for the body. Cause of death was most likely a…. am I interrupting? SHEPARD: Not at all, Doctor. We were just discussing the various ways NCIS could have killed Mister Harrow, besides chasing him to death. DUCKY: I am interrupting. SHEPARD: Doctor, death was most likely caused by….? DUCKY: A myocardial infarction that was probably brought on by a combination of the high fat Western diet, little exercise, and the mistaken belief that he could run up all those stairs. Rigorous for most. Rigor mortis for him. SHEPARD: Anything else? DUCKY: Well, not until I do the autopsy. (SHEPARD WALKS O.S.) DUCKY: Oh. What is going on? TONY: I think the Director is afraid Harrow’s family might sue us. GIBBS: Whatever she’s thinking about, it’s not ARES.

CUT TO: INT. CAR – MOVING

ZIVA: That’s ARES? TONY: According to McGeek – Ziva, watch the road! (SFX: CAR HORN HONKS B.G.) ZIVA: I have great peripheral vision. TONY: My sphincter doesn’t. ZIVA: Well, at least we won’t have trouble finding it. TONY: Really? ZIVA: Tony, it’s the size of an ATM. TONY: Well this is the controller console, and this … ZIVA: Your mystery woman! TONY: Watch the road! ZIVA: Oh, yes it is, isn’t it?! TONY: No, this is no one! It’s McGee’s idea of a prank. This is the pirated part of ARES we have to find. ZIVA: Twenty million for that? TONY: Well, size doesn’t mat – forget I even stupidly started to say that.

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EXT. HOUSE – DAY

ZIVA: Will you tell me her name if I find the pirate’s copy of ARES? TONY: Pirated copy. ZIVA: That’s what I said. TONY: No, you said pirate’s copy. A pirate is a person like Captain Jack Sparrow. A pirated copy-- ZIVA: Who is Jack Sparrow? TONY: Johnny Depp. ZIVA: He’s a pirate? TONY: No, he’s an actor. ZIVA: Oh. TONY: How did we get here? ZIVA: I drove. (DOOR OPENS)

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INT. HOUSE – DAY

(SFX: DOOR CREAKS OPEN) ZIVA: This is going to be like looking for a needle in a needle stack. TONY: Needle in a haystack. ZIVA: I like my description better.

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INT. HALLWAY – DAY

(SFX: SCANNER) (DOOR OPENS)

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INT. MTAC – DAY

(DOOR CLOSES) GIBBS: Sitting in the dark, staring at photos of your enemies could be considered obsessive. SHEPARD: Kind of like building a fourth boat when you haven’t even sailed the first three. GIBBS: How well do you know the Black Rose? SHEPARD: Well enough to know that I’d like her if she wasn’t an arms dealer. GIBBS: And The Frog? La Grenouille means the frog. SHEPARD: I know what it means. GIBBS: Well, why don’t you call him that? SHEPARD: La Grenouille is his code name. GIBBS: Well, I’m going to call him Frog. (SFX: GIBBS CROAKS LIKE A FROG) SHEPARD: Spit it out, Jethro, before it gags you. GIBBS: You were out of control today. Why? The deal died with Harrow. SHEPARD: His copy of ARES might still be in play. GIBBS: You don’t want ARES, you want him. SHEPARD: Damn right I want him. I have been trying for a decade to bring him down. GIBBS: So it is personal. What did he do to you, Jenny? SHEPARD: You have no need-two-know, Special Agent Gibbs.

MUSICAL BRIDGE TO:

INT. ABBY'S LAB

ABBY: (V.O.) Wow! And McGee, this is like Christmas all over again! Look at this baby. Firewire, USB, a terabyte of storage. That’s a thousand gigabytes of fun. MCGEE: Well, to be accurate, it’s a thousand twenty-four gigabytes of fun. I’ll bet you all of them are encrypted. It’ll take us years to access all the stuff on these computers. ABBY: You didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you? MCGEE: I’m hoping I’d get lucky. I guess I wasn’t the only one hoping to get lucky. Huh. These have been opened and resealed. ABBY: Eeuh. MCGEE: Huh. USB micro-drives. Six of them. ABBY: ARES. MCGEE: The software portion. We still need to find the circuit board. Ah, it’s got to be here somewhere. ABBY: Wow. I guess everything can’t be state-of-the-art. MCGEE: Well, that laptop’s got to be nearly twenty years old. ABBY: Hey, maybe it has the original Donkey Kong on it. McGee! How can a twenty-year-old computer have dual firewire connections? MCGEE: It can’t. Firewire has only been around about ten years. ABBY: Somebody should have told Harold. MCGEE: It sure looks like an old luggable. ABBY: All right, it should take at least thirty seconds for this to…. Oh. MCGEE: That cunning old fox! He put a new computer in an old skin. ABBY: I like this guy. I mean, aside from the fact that he was about to commit treason. That’s the same screensaver that Goliath had. MCGEE: I’ll bet you the circuitry to run ARES is hardwired into the motherboard. Abs, I think we found ARES. ABBY: Yes!!

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

MCGEE: The software was stored on micro-drives hidden in condoms. And we analyzed every detail, the source code to the circuitry of the motherboard-- GIBBS: McGee. MCGEE: It’s like PS – Three. You can’t play Killzone without the hardware to run it. GIBBS: PS-Three? MCGEE: Game console. Atari? Commodore Sixty-four? GIBBS: The software is useless without the hardware. MCGEE: You got it. GIBBS: Why didn’t you say that? SHEPARD: You found ARES? MCGEE: Yes. Here is it, Director. Live from Abby’s lab. GIBBS: You don’t seem very happy. SHEPARD: Any more bids? TONY: No. La Grenouille was the high one. Not that it matters, but… SHEPARD: (OVERLAP) Did Harrow arrange the drop off? MCGEE: I checked his Blackberry. This guy writes down every appointment and meeting. Nothing. ZIVA: No phone calls or emails in the last six hours before he died. MCGEE: We were monitoring his – he had coffee!

(INTERCUT FLASHBACK SCENE OF THE COFFEE SHOP)

MCGEE: The café had internet access. ZIVA: Trimana Café. Thirty-fifth Street. MCGEE: I’ve got it. ISP provider. TONY: Can you do this to anyone’s email? MCGEE: No. ‘Cause this is highly illegal, and I’m not even doing it now. Okay, we’re in. At one forty this afternoon, Harrow sent two emails from that ISP. One to Black Rose. ZIVA: Tell her the bad news, no doubt. MCGEE: And one to La Grenouille. (READS) “Congratulations on a winning bid. Upon receipt of your funds, Title to the Santorini Villa at – he lists the GPS coordinates – will be transferred at midnight Tuesday. ZIVA: That’s ten minutes from now. Same time zone as Israel. GIBBS: McGee, put that email up on the plasma. (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES) GIBBS: Those coordinates aren’t Greece. (SFX: COMPUTER BEEP TONES) MCGEE: It’s Quebec! SHEPARD: We’ve got five hours! GIBBS: Aren’t you forgetting something? SHEPARD: I’m not going to let a few miles of Canadian border stop me. GIBBS: That’s not what I meant. The Frog is expecting to meet Harrow, and Charles Harrow is dead.

(MUSIC UP AND OUT)

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

MCGEE: Aeroport de Sherbrooke, southeastern Quebec. It’s thirty miles across the border from New Hampshire. That puts La Grenouille right in our backyard. GIBBS: Did I miss Quebec becoming the fifty-first state? SHEPARD: I’m not going to watch that bastard fly away again, Jethro. GIBBS: Again? ZIVA: Why don’t we snatch him when he lands, toss him in the back of the trunk, and drive over the border. MCGEE: That might work where you grew up, Ziva, not here. SHEPARD: Why not? TONY: Okay, I’m down with the border snatch. What do we charge him with? Bidding on a Greek villa? MCGEE: Tony’s right. We’ve got nothing on Grenouille until he buys ARES. TONY: Since Harrow’s dead, that can’t happen. GIBBS: Does The Frog know that Harrow is dead? ZIVA: Probably not. MCGEE: And if he never met him… SHEPARD: All we need is a sixty-eight year old Englishman. DUCKY: (V.O.) Is it pronounced….

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INT. SQUAD ROOM - DAY

DUCKY: …. Harrow or Hairrow. ZIVA: Harrow, Ducky. Charles Andrew Harrow. MCGEE: Okay, Ducky, now pay attention. ARES… DUCKY: Are you certain? Because I was in medical school with an Ian Hairrow. He spelled it the same way. MCGEE: Ducky, please pay attention. I am trying to give you a crash course in one of the Navy’s most complex weapons systems. DUCKY: Oh, sorry. ZIVA: You look dashing, Ducky. DUCKY: Yes, I used to wear a mustache in Singapore when I was attached -- MCGEE: ARES is an encryption-decryption system. That means that it’s used to encode and decode information. In this case, GPS targeting information for the Navy’s cruise missiles.

ABBY: It operates by using the algorithm known as IDEA. It’s the same algorithm used for all RSA Legacy keys generated by PGP. MCGEE: It uses a variable-length key, from thirty-two bits to four hundred and forty-eight bits. Questions so far? DUCKY: Are you sure it’s not Hairrow? (SFX: ZIVA CHUCKLES) TONY: It’s a ten hour drive to the Canadian border. We’re going to have to go without a surveillance van. SHEPARD: I’ve got it covered. TONY: She’s got it covered? How? GIBBS: Let’s just say it’s a favor you and I couldn’t have called in. ABBY: I know it doesn’t look like much, but inside is twenty million bucks worth of ARES. SHEPARD: Guard it with your life. ZIVA: Of course. (SFX: ZIVA STUMBLES) ZIVA: Ooh! (LAUGHS) I find a little levity at the start of a mission relaxing. MCGEE: Boss, we’ve got a problem. GIBBS: Just one, McGee? MCGEE: Grenouille is sure to have someone there to vet ARES. Now, if someone asks Ducky to explain something, his duck is cooked, no pun intended. GIBBS: Well, that’s why you’re going to be there with him, McGee. ABBY: Okay, just remember, Ducky… DUCKY: Charles. ABBY: What? DUCKY: My name is Charles Harrow. SHEPARD: Charles, you’ve got a plane to catch.

SHEPARD: Six months of undercover work, and it all comes down to Ducky. WOMAN: (V.O./FILTERED/IN FRENCH) May I help you? DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED/IN FRENCH) Charles Harrow. La Grenouille is expecting me. WOMAN: (V.O./FILTERED/IN FRENCH) One moment, Mister Harrow. DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED) Well, that was easy. When this is over, you really should talk to somebody about security. SHEPARD: (V.O./FILTERED) I’ll take that (ON CAMERA) under advisement. DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED) Yes, a terrorist could hire a car and – wait a minute! QUINN: (ON MONITOR) Identification, please. SHEPARD: (V.O.) Martin Quinn. He flew in with La Grenouille’s…

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INT. CAR – NIGHT

SHEPARD: (V.O./FILTERED) … advance party two months ago. QUINN: Open the trunk, please.

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EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP – NIGHT

ZIVA: And you wanted to hide in the boot. TONY: You didn’t take me seriously, did you? ZIVA: (V.O./FILTERED) Huh.

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EXT. TARMAC – NIGHT

QUINN: With me. (MUSIC OVER ACTION/CAR DRIVES TO THE GULFSTREAM) QUINN: All right, hold it there. KORT: Charles Harrow? DUCKY: You say that as if you’re surprised to see me.

MCGEE: (V.O./FILTERED) …please. DUCKY: Yes, well, uh… shall we step out of the wind? GRENOUILLE: Of course. Perhaps your car, huh? (ON MONITOR) Too much time with even the most beautiful woman … (ON SCREEN) can be boring. DUCKY: I… I wouldn’t know, Monsieur Grenouille. GRENOUILLE: Ah, my nom d’guerre is for rivals and enemies. I choose to believe you are neither… call me Renée. DUCKY: Ducky. GRENOUILLE: Ducky?

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INT. GREEN CUBE TRUCK

GRENOUILLE: (V.O./FILTERED) (LAUGHS) What an interesting nickname. DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED) Yes, it’s an unfortunate one I picked up

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EXT. TARMAC

DUCKY: …as a lad during the Blitz. Please. GRENOUILLE: Ah, mercí. (DUCKY AND GRENOUILLE CLIMB INTO THE CAR) KORT: (INTO PHONE) Just run the damn photo. (TO QUINN) Where are you going? QUINN: Man wants his private cognac. KORT: You see anything out there? QUINN: Are you kidding? Canadians are in bed by nine.

GIBBS: Le Froggie is more careful than Gotti. SHEPARD: That’s why he’s never been caught. DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED) Oh, what a pleasure.

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INT. RENTAL CAR

GRENOUILLE: Do you have children, Ducky? DUCKY: Sadly, no. GRENOUILLE: One of life’s great gifts. I have three. And two grandchildren now. A girl and a boy. Everything I do now is for them. I am provider and protector in equal part. Napoleon… Napoleon was the first to drink this cognac at his coronation in eighteen hundred and two. And since then, only the very best vintage has been added to that. Two hundred years of empires, revolutions, and war. DUCKY: History in a glass. (IN FRENCH)….. GRENOUILLE: (ON MONITOR) Salud. (INTERCUT SCENES) REGINE SMIDT: Kort? Something wrong? KORT: No. Is it worth twenty million in diamonds? REGINE SMIDT: More. The Iranian will give a hundred for it. KORT: Tell the pilots wheels up in five minutes. (SFX: JET ENGINES STARTING)

DUCKY: Yes, I hate to be crass, but the diamonds? GRENOUILLE: (ON MONITOR) Yes, Kort has them. DUCKY: (V.O./FILTERED) Ah, very well.

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EXT. ROOFTOP

ZIVA: (INTO RADIO) Archangel awaiting instructions.

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INT. GREEN CUBE TRUCK

GIBBS: This was to be a snatch, wasn’t it? Or did you have something else in mind? (SFX: CELL PHONE RINGS) GRENOUILLE: (IN FRENCH) Good bye. DUCKY: (IN FRENCH) Good bye. GRENOUILLE: (IN FRENCH) See you soon. DUCKY: (IN FRENCH) See you soon. SHEPARD: (INTO PHONE) Director Shepard. ZIVA: (V.O.) About to lose target.

DUCKY: He knew my name! TONY: He’s CIA. ZIVA: So was Harrow. MCGEE: It was a sting. GIBBS: We got stung. SHEPARD: No. We got screwed. DUCKY: One question. What do I do with these?

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INT. SHEPARD’S OFFICE

GIBBS: Ah, how many are you keeping? SHEPARD: Did Ducky fix Harrow’s time of death? GIBBS: Yeah. On the record, he will drop dead of a heart attack tomorrow. SHEPARD: Good. I wouldn’t want Grenouille to discover he’d met a dead man. Harrow altered the ARES unit. Installed a Trojan horse. If the Iranians even try to use it, they’ll be targeting their own defense systems. Quite a strategic advantage. GIBBS: I didn’t need to know that. SHEPARD: Neither did I. But somebody thought they could trust me. I will get him, another time, another deal. I will be there, and I will get him. GIBBS: Are you sure you want to? SHEPARD: Of course I want to. GIBBS: Some people need to have someone to hate. SHEPARD: Not me. GIBBS: Then you should have let Ziva take the shot.